[HP] Shh, it's a secret

Draco strode forward down the corridor, hands clenched into fists in his sleeves.

There are less than 5 minutes before the class starts, but the designated classroom is underground, and he will be late if he doesn't hurry up.He should have been walking faster, but slowed down at the corner of the next floor.

Something flashed by.Draco glanced back vigilantly, the only thing in the empty corridor was the wind blowing from the hall, he frowned and continued to go down.

Finally on the first floor, there are two doors under the marble stairs, the one on the right leads to the Hufflepuff Common Room, the one on the left leads to the Slytherin Common Room and the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom (formerly the Potions classroom) ).Draco pushed open the door on the left and stepped in, but instead of walking straight towards the classroom, he dodged and hid behind the door against the wall.

In less than three seconds, the door was pushed open again.

"Stupefy (passing out)."

boom!

The sound of something heavy hitting the floor.Then a half-leg appeared ridiculously on the ground, the sides of the trouser legs were trimmed with dark red silk thread, and a pair of crappy white sneakers were worn on the feet.

Draco came out from behind the door, bent down with a sneer and lifted the cloak covering the unconscious man's upper body.It's Harry.Porter.He should cover Potter again with the cloak so that all the students who pass by will have the honor of stepping on the Savior's nose... Draco thought badly.But in the end, he still took Potter by one foot and dragged him into an unoccupied classroom nearby.

He took Harry.Potter threw it on the floor, closed the door, and conjured up an armchair facing Potter and sat on it.

The classroom is very quiet, occasionally some sounds come from outside the door.Draco fiddled with his wand absently against the back of his chair, hesitating for a moment before deciding to take Harry.Potter woke up.

"Enervate."

Waking up from the darkness, Potter recognized him immediately, jumped up from the ground, and drew his wand at him. "Expel..."

"Expelliarmus (expelliarmus)." Draco said at the same time.

With a blue light, a wand arced through the air and flew to the other side of the room.Draco sneered as Potter stared idiotically at his wandless right hand.

"What do you want, Malfoy!" Harry said angrily.

"I should ask you that." Draco snorted coldly, "The one who sneaked with me through most of the castle was you, Potter."

Harry's face paled.

The tower bell rang untimely, and they were all late.But who cares?

"You're in the Room of Requirement, Malfoy. I saw you coming out of it, and I'll find out, your plot, your plot with Snape." Harry narrowed his eyes and still stared angrily at Draco .

"Before then you should learn to hide your stupid white shoes, the second time, Potter!" Draco sneered and threw the invisibility cloak on the floor, "Too short of memory, Is it because my foot was not hard enough?"

(On the Hogwarts express in the sixth grade, Draco petrified Harry wearing the invisibility cloak, and left him on the express after stomping on Harry's nose, the original text is Tonks found Harry and sent him back to Hogwarts)

To do so is to pour hot oil on the young savior's burning anger.

"It was you, I know it was you who almost killed Katie. Belle, Malfoy!" Harry was furious.

"Katie Bell?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "You mean the Gryffindor Mudblood who has been enchanted by the black magic? Maybe you can ask your dean, I've been talking all day Internment in her office for missing a silly Transfiguration paper. I'm not in Hogsmeade at all, Potter."

"Don't quibble, Malfoy, I saw you asking about the price of that necklace, it's in the dark magic shop in Knockturn Alley. You have accomplices, right? It's in Hogsmeade, those Death Eaters, or ..."

Draco was taken aback, and took two steps towards Harry.

"Or?... or Honeydukes from the candy store, or Davis Bans, the guy from the magic equipment store, or... Mrs. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks."

Harry took a step back involuntarily.

"Have to say Potter, your imagination deserves admiration," Draco said, with some self-deprecation and a hint of admiration that even he wasn't aware of.

But Harry.Potter wouldn't notice any of this.He was annoyed at his retreat just now, he was actually afraid of a Malfoy, a Malfoy he had defeated many times.How can it be?

"I'll find out, the evidence..." He muttered to himself, and then raised his head provocatively as if he had really found evidence, "Yes, the evidence! You will be punished like your failed father Throw it into Azkaban, maybe they will give you a double..."

There was a loud bang, and Harry was sent flying.The next second, Draco's wand appeared on his neck, which was beginning to bleed. "Maybe I should send you to hell first to reunite with your dog godfather."

Harry swallowed, and unexpectedly said nothing.

"Didn't Dumbledore teach you that quick words will only make you die faster." Draco said, sneering and retracting his wand.

"You... want to let me go?" Harry opened his mouth and looked at Draco in astonishment, "Why?"

"Leave you alone? No, not yet, Potter." Draco turned and started walking towards the door.

"But... I don't want to owe you."

Draco stopped, looked back at Harry, and immediately thought of when he had just returned.

"So may I think that the great Harry Potter is expecting a dark magic, like 'Kamikaze'?"

Harry's eyes twinkled, neither acknowledging nor denying.

Draco's eyes narrowed, and the wand dropped back down Harry's throat.He looked into Harry's eyes, and said slowly, "Compared to 'Kamikaze Muying'... I prefer Legilim..." ency—he completed the second half of the spell in a silent way, Then he saw Dumbledore, the handsome young man, the shattered ring, strange words... quickly flashed before his eyes, and finally they froze into a pair of blood-red eyes.

That is--

Draco broke out in a cold sweat instantly.Then he was awakened by screams.

In front of him, Harry.Potter had rolled to the floor, curled up in pain, twisting, clutching the lightning scar on his forehead.

At the same moment the door was roughly pushed open behind him, and he looked up: Snape stood there, livid, looking only at the floor.

"He's not dead yet, don't need that mournful look," Draco said.Anger was like poisonous gas, rapidly expanding in his chest.

"You..." Snape strode up to Potter, bypassing him, "are you so impatient to be kicked out of Hogwarts?"

"Anyway..." Draco looked at him timidly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing Snape's increasingly gloomy face, he suddenly felt inexplicably better.He tried to laugh, but just walked past Snape grimly, bumping into Snape's shoulder hard.

There was also Potter curled up on the floor.Even though Draco knew that he would spurn him for his childish behavior today, he stepped on Harry without hesitation.Potter's nose.He hated the face under his boots for six years, starting that fall at eleven, and then in the seventh year, he hated him.Or hate himself.

The left arm was burning hotly...

"Confinement, go to my office and wait. Draco..." Snape said.He didn't expect his words to be heard, because the classroom door had been closed back before then.Snape lowered his eyes—

He had sprinkled a handful of colorless evening primrose powder under the noses of a bunch of Death Eaters a quarter of an hour ago, and just now, he smelled the damn thing on his young godson...